Cara
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Post by Cara on Dec 11, 2010 21:57:29 GMT
Alex led her skewbald gelding out of the stables and down to the indoor arena. She placed an uncertain hand on her slightly rounded stomach, she knew that it wouldn't be too much longer before she wouldn't be able to ride at all - and when that happened, she'd have no choice but to tell people the truth.
She rubbed the large gelding's nose as she halted him beside the mounting block, tightened the girth, pulled the stirrups down and walked up the block. Placing the toe of her boot into the stirrup, she swung herself into the saddle. Making sure that she stood straight in the stirrup before swinging her leg over so that she didn't squish her stomach against the pommel of the saddle.
Once she was comfortable in the saddle, as comfortable as she could get anyway, the horse was a little wide and it hurt her pelvis so she knew she wouldn't be in the saddle for too long today if she the pain got to be too much. She squeezed the crossbred forward and they walked around the track of the arena as they warmed up. She couldn't help but glance at the small course of jumps set up in the arena. She wanted to take the horse over the course and feel the thrill of going over a fence before she couldn't do it anymore.
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